Aries Woman Cancer Man Novels & Stories

Why the hell did his friend always have to be right? Serving coffee as she was getting used to since that old and sweet woman made the decision to help her, Adamaris smiled at every new client that was visiting the cafeteria. Suddenly, she saw a man in a black suit who hadn’t ordered yet. It was strange, Adamaris had passed by that table several times and hadn’t seen that man there. The man was wearing sunglasses and in his hands he had a magazine about women’s underwear. He looked like a businessman. “Good morning, sir, are you ready to order?”

, Linda opened the door. A short, potbellied middle aged and rather unkempt man sauntered in with a smile. “Lucas Miller. I am Dr Linda’s distant cousin”, the man extended his hand. Sarah held back confused, withholding both her hand and smile. What new game was this? “Lucas is unfortunately slightly schizophrenic but is recovering amazingly fast with the treatment we are giving him in this hospital. He is one of Dr Sam’s favourite patients. Lucas’s wife unfortunately left him four years back, and we are now looking for a match for him. Lucas’s family owns an used automobile dealership and is financially quite comfortable. I believe he will be good for you”, Dr Linda said with a fake smile p

“I think so.” “Good, I just have to unhook a patient and I’ll be right back.” He leaves to the woman I had seen. Slowly and carefully - he unhooks her IV, removes her catheter and bandages her arm. He then assists the woman up and a nurse comes to guide the woman with physical support. Darren then returns and sits on the seat across from me. “How are you doing?” “I think I’m okay.” I wanted to think I would be. “Good. I want you to know that not every cancer is the same and not every patient is the same. I strongly believe you’ll be able to get better.” He smiles gently.

The first was to remove the eyes to prevent the cancer from spreading, while the second was to rely on chemotherapy to slowly kill off the cancer cells. Howard immediately chose the first option, just like he had with me. When Camilla found out she was going to lose her eyes, she wept exceptionally pitifully. She said she didn't want to go blind and become a crippled person. She claimed she couldn't handle such suffering. However, Howard simply sneered before grabbing her by the jaw and saying, "If you want to live, you're going to do as I say. If not, you can get the hell out of here right now and wait until the cancer kills you."

I forced myself to lift my phone, snap a picture of the woman sitting outside the doctor's office, and send it to Rupert. Less than five minutes later, he called me back. "Honey, let me explain this." He sounded panicked, as if afraid I'd get mad. The way he wanted to explain himself sounded more like he was owning up to his fault than anything else. "So, she's actually your wife, then?" My voice cracked, and I could barely get the words out. "No, she's not… Mavis Sanger is just a friend. She messes around a lot, so don't take her seriously," Rupert explained, clearly on edge.

She’d seen news stories about this—some older woman who danced at the public square walked into a pawn shop with a whole bag of gold jewelry. The shopkeeper asked where it all came from. The lady casually said it was all from her dancing partners, and that she had even more at home! She’d thought it was just a joke… But clearly, rich and wildly generous old men were real. Laura, seeing the look of disbelief on her best friend’s face, could only sigh along. “Crazy, right? What’s crazier is, his late wife died of breast cancer too. She fought it for five years, but in the end… still didn’t make it.

Ian seemed to be checking something. "She clearly said she has cancer, but the test results don't show anything. Could it have been a misdiagnosis?" he said, sounding doubtful. "If she doesn't have cancer, how could her body have deteriorated like this?" The people around me raised more questions. "Come on," someone said. "Her husband is Dr. Doyle, the most popular nutritionist online." "I'd believe anyone else would be innutrient, but not her," another person chimed in.

“Especially if they’re true.” She pauses. That answer clearly wasn’t what she expected. “Why?” Because I’ve seen the version of Adrian the world never sees. The exhausted man was sitting in a chair at two in the morning. The one who panicked in a hospital room because he thought something might happen to our child. The one who carries control like armor because losing things once taught him never to risk it again. But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I answer simply. “Because the man I married doesn’t need a perfect past to deserve loyalty.”

My eyes reddened with sadness. I looked at Simone—the woman I had loved for eight years—and choked out, "From the very beginning, you thought that I had cancer. You were the one who was hoping that I'd die." The surrounding patients and nurses gasped in disbelief. "So, they are husband and wife? That woman has no conscience at all!" "Exactly! She didn't want her husband to get treatment! "Then, doesn't that make the guy beside her the homewrecker?" Shawn's face turned deathly pale as he frantically waved his hands to deny it. "No, I'm not… We're just friends…"